Chapter 4

Shengguang college has a history of thousands of years. Countless great warriors and mages came from this college. Now... Soga is lucky to be one of them.

Wearing a dark blue mage apprentice robe, Soga silently entered the classroom. No one paid attention to him, and he didn't pay attention to anyone. He just walked to the corner of the classroom, sat down quietly and waited for the arrival of class time.

This is Soga's first class in the college. Sitting around him are super talents from all over the world. After all... Everyone here is one of ten thousand. He doesn't have any skills and is not qualified to sit here.

Looking around, Soga felt strange that he was the only boy in the whole class, and hundreds of other students were all little girls! In the whole classroom, the faint fragrance floats. It is not the fragrance of flowers, but it is better than the fragrance of flowers.

Water system has always been the world of women! For water mages, women are always more talented than men! This is just like the same reason that fire men are always more talented than women. What people like to talk about most is that all fire men are majestic and powerful, while all water women are gentle and charming.

For a long time, a beautiful and unspeakable woman in a purple mage's robe, about 20 years old, came in with a magic book, smiling and smiling, and the whole classroom was instantly quiet. Gently put the magic book on the platform, and the lecturer said, "before starting the lecture, I want to ask you a question. What is the biggest difference between a warrior and a mage?"

Hearing the teacher's question, all the girls chirped and answered. Some said the scope of the attack, some said the strength of the attack and everything, but no one could clearly, clearly and specifically tell the biggest difference between the two.

With a helpless frown, the lecturer gave up the inquiry and said in a low voice: "let me tell you that the biggest difference between mages and warriors lies in distance. From now on, I hope you will remember that qualified mages can maintain the distance from the enemy. Close combat is the world of soldiers!"

Listening to the lecturer's words, Soga brightened his eyes excitedly. He is still a handsome soldier. Do you hear that? Melee combat is the world of soldiers. How majestic and powerful. Born as a man, if he can't be a hot-blooded soldier, he will regret all his life!

While Soga was thinking, the beautiful and unspeakable female lecturer continued: "as long as the distance is opened, then... No matter how powerful the warrior can only become our target, so... As a mage, we have only two goals. It's so simple to learn to avoid and practice strong spells!"

As soon as the female lecturer's voice fell, all the girls chirped happily, raised their ears, and Soga listened to the conversation of the girls around: "Oh, don't fight with those boys. It's so barbaric. It's better for the mage to throw magic at them from a distance."

Dizzy

Hearing the voices of the girls around, Soga smiled bitterly. Such a hot-blooded battle was ruined by them. How can they understand the blood and pride? It's just a coward's behavior to hide in the distance and lose magic.

"Pa Pa Pa!" After all the girls closed their mouths, the female lecturer continued: "well, students, we will spend the next ten years together. I hope you can study hard, unite and help each other."

"Suck... Ten years!" Hearing the lecturer's words, Soga took a breath of air conditioning. He thought he could graduate as long as he studied for one year, but now it takes ten years to listen to the teacher!

Soga is very clear that the 1000 gold coins can not be the tuition for ten years. There is no such cheap thing in the world. One year later, if he still wants to continue to study here, he must hand in 1000 gold coins again, but this is impossible for Soga.

Originally, Soga planned very well. When he graduated, he must work hard to earn money and help his mother buy a big house as spacious and comfortable as before, but now it seems that he doesn't know where to get the tuition next year, let alone buy a big house.

Although his mother has always said that he doesn't need to worry about money. He just needs to study hard, but although Soga is still young, he is not stupid. If his family still has money, his mother won't live in such a dark and narrow house. Even if her mother can bear it, she must be reluctant to suffer from Soga.

Confused, the first day of class passed. After leaving the college, Soga hurried home with a lot of worries. As soon as he opened the door, the attractive aroma came to his face. When he looked suspiciously, there was a large plate of steaming barbecue on the wooden table!

Looking at the tempting plate of barbecue, Soga couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. I don't remember how long she hadn't eaten such delicious barbecue. Why did her mother spend so much today?

Just in doubt, my mother saw Soga and said with a smile, "come to Soga, let's celebrate!"

"Celebrate?" Looking at her mother suspiciously, Soga couldn't think of anything to celebrate, but she went to the table and sat down.

Looking at Soga's puzzled expression, the woman smiled and said, "today, there are two things worth celebrating. The first is to celebrate Soga's school and the second is to celebrate mom's finding a job!"

Hearing his mother's words, Soga's heart beat faster. He knew that as long as he had a job, he could make money, and as long as he had money, life could be maintained. The woman has filled a few pieces of barbecue and put them in front of Soga, saying softly“ Eat quickly, Soga. It's hot. You're growing up and need nutrition. Eat more. " The nose smelled the delicious aroma of barbecue, but Soga's eyes closely followed her mother's delicate hand. In memory, it was soft and greasy without any wrinkles. The delicate jade hand was wrinkled and dehydrated at the moment. Soga clearly saw that there were several obvious scratches on her mother's fingers. Raised his head in amazement, Soga asked subconsciously, "what job has mom found? Why do your hands...... "after listening to her son's words, the woman looked at her hands in amazement. Then she suddenly realized what she was doing. She quickly retracted her hands to her back, hung a soft smile on her face, narrowed her eyes, shook her head and said," nothing, nothing. Mom just went to help others wash their clothes. One day she had a gold coin income! " Although her mother said it very easily, Soga heard it, but her mind roared violently. What's the feeling of going to wash clothes on such a cold day? There are indeed a lot of gold coins a day, but no one will give money to others for no reason. If you can't do a job worth so much money, no one will give you money. Tears quickly blurred Soga's sight. With tears, Soga's heart reappeared her mother's wrinkled and dehydrated hands and scarred fingers. A beautiful and gentle woman like her mother should have been spoiled and tired. How can she do such heavy work. Soga knows that her water attribute is inherited from her mother. As a woman with water attribute, her mother's beauty is beyond doubt. In fact, all women with water attribute have absolutely no ugly, soft posture, beautiful face and water attribute, which is the endorsement of beauty. Over the years, there are not a few men who pursue their mother. Even if they know that their mother is married and that their mother has her own oil bottle, there are still a large number of men who want to pursue their mother, but... Although they can't understand, their mother's love for her father is really too deep, so deep that she will never consider accepting any other man. But now, such a delicate and beautiful woman has to work so hard because of life and because of him, which makes Soga sad, but it is hard to say. Soga wanted to stop her mother from continuing to engage in this work, but when the words came to her mouth, Soga couldn't say it. Work can not be done, but how should life continue? Unless he Soga can make money, how can he stop his mother? Sadly, he pulled his mother's hand behind him, and big tears fell one by one on his mother's seriously dehydrated hand and on the dark red scratches. Guilt and helplessness. At this moment, Soga hopes to grow up immediately, but the fact is that he is only an eight year old child“ Mom, I hate dad. " For a long time, Soga said in a low voice. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.